Used Mystery Books Titles on the M Shelf at Another Read Through Bookstore
This widow is too pretty to die,
decorated to death, with a right attitude
to rain as tears lost in time.
She likes it lethal, begs the sentry
to send another hearse for her,
an odd job for this night butterfly.
She was a girl who remembers snow,
something in the water,
and a full cupboard of life
from bitter sweets to just desserts.
The vanishing point of this season
is her ritual of splintered silence,
as last summer’s star witness
to the trap in the sentry’s fire
which caused the fatal flip.
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Tricia Knoll is a Portland poet who enjoys reading police procedural mysteries when not writing poetry Her new collection of poetry, How I Learned To Be White, is now out from Antrim House and is available on Amazon.
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